After many loss, deaths, and struggles. The three friends finally have the opportunity to leave their old life behind. Though, it still somehow tends to creep upon them bringing more misery and life threatening situations towards their way. (PROCESS...
Me and Ty was heading to the trap to deliver this fucking box.
"How it look bitch?" I asked, getting out the car opening the box. She walked over looking in the box. "Girl that shit look sexy" she responded, locking her car doors. I looked down at it with a worried look.
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Ion know, kinda look ugly but weed is the number one love going on in NewYork to be honest so I got that straight.
We walked in the trap hearing arguing. ShaNiya was standing in front of Bashar and DeonTre going off.
"No you cause you straight up bullshitting!" Niya yelled, pushing DeonTre back.
"Yo what the fuck going on?"
"None bruh" DeonTre chuckled. Me and Ty nosey asses stepped in the circle hearing them out.
"You over reacting -
"No cause I straight up told you this bitch ass nigga was flirting and throwing himself on me and yo I still hanging around him!". I raised and eyebrow looking at Bashar, he dead ass bro?
"Cause I told him to shawty". Me and Ty looked at each other at the same time then back at they ass.
"You dead ass bro?" Niya asked, putting her hand on her hip, then stood up straight walking between them bumping into their shoulders - ...well arm. Bashar looked at DeonTre chuckling then looked down at me.
"Oh this some bull shit" Ty chuckled, going to the kitchen. I shoved the box to his chest rolling my eyes heading back outside to SjaNiya.
She was standing outside on the sidewalk, look like she looking for a ride.
"ShaNiya - you honestly don't understand his side of the story baby girl -
"I do - and I can see that he don't fucking trust me -
"The nigga only trust like ten people and then ten people ain't you...well now it is, everybody kept on walking outta his life due to some real deal bullshit" I explained, moving my hair back walking over standing beside her. "That crazy ass nigga been through some shit"
"And how you know this? What y'all knew each other for two years?" she asked, turning towards me.
"Nawl baby, thirty years, ever since I was seven"
"What about that deep voice ass nigga?"
"Ten...they didn't like each otherrrrr- what yo wearing a wire or some?" I asked, turning towards her.
"No...I'm just being nosey, I wanna be someone he can trust"
"Give him bitch ass some time - and let me know if deep voice ever try and get at cha and I'll chop his dick off ight?"
"Ight" she chuckled, following me back inside.
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